Necris the Black Hearted, a black dragonborn of 64 years, stands as a testament to betrayal and resilience. His scales are as dark as the void, reflecting the shadows he often converses with. His eyes, a piercing ethereal blue, glow with the sorrow of the undead he's been misjudged for associating with. A scar, jagged and deep, runs down his left cheek—a constant reminder of the encounter that forever changed him and his eidolon, Zarix. This scar is not just a mark of battle but a symbol of their unbreakable bond, forged in the fires of betrayal and war.

Once a weapon in the hands of those who sought power, Necris broke free, his spirit as untamed as the scythe he wields. This scythe, adorned with ethereal blue flames, mirrors the flames in his eyes and the pages of the necromancy book he carries. These flames are not just a weapon but a beacon for the lost souls he helps to move on, guiding them with a gentle yet firm hand.

Betrayed at a young age by a close friend named Drax, Necris's trust is a rare commodity, reserved only for Zarix. Together, they wander the lands, not aligning with any side out of trust but choosing their battles based on their own moral compass. They speak to the dead, offering solace and, when necessary, vengeance against those who wrongfully punished or murdered.

Necris's voice carries a haunting echo, a unique trait that seems to resonate with the souls he helps. His journey is one of seeking justice for the voiceless, driven by the pain of his past and the hope of redemption for others. Yet, the world remains a place of conflict for him, where trust is a luxury he cannot afford, and every step forward is shadowed by the specters of his past.

As he continues his nomadic existence with Zarix, Necris remains a figure of awe and fear, a dragonborn who dances with death yet fights for life—a paradox wrapped in scales and sorrow.